Stop half way through the screaming of my sentence.
i cut it blunt.
give it to you straight.
here it is.
" i cant do this anymore."
silence proves where we stand.
blank glances are thrown.
i see ha ha yeah.. i can see those selfish tears of yours .
i wait for my shield of hate to give way,
yet it stands tall and strong.
have you ever been so hurt you cant cry?
that you cant feel?
"I'm sorry"
i let out with a smile.
" for what?"
you gasp.
" just accept it."
A tragedy in which i cut short.
A tragedy in which my heart was no longer in.
